A Deadly Encounter

Before I became a investigator I was a normal kid like you. I would go to school, study, hang out with friends, and date. But after the incident when I was young it all changed.... I am here to tell you about my secret.

First of all my name is Carlile. I lived in a small urban subdivision, my dad worked nights and my mom passed away when I was little. So I was usually home alone at night.

I was 16 when this happened and was a fairly strong kid, even though I was skinny for someone who's 6'3. I had mid length brown hair with blond tips.

Anyways so this all started one Tuesday after school....

Me and my friend, Marty were walking home from school.

"So did you hear about that crazy guy that's running around at night killing people?" Marty asked.

I nodded, of course I had he was all over the news. A crazy psycho with a knife was running killing people when they were in their houses at night.

"My mom is getting so worried that she's keeping a gun in her room. Not to mention we all have to sleep in the same room." He sighed.

I looked at him and stated. "Dude at least you got protection from whoever is killing people. I'm always home alone at night."

He nodded. "Why don't you come stay with us?" He suggested.

I shrugged. "Nah I'm pretty sure I'll be safe. Besides my house has security. If anyone breaks in I'll know."

"Alright. Be safe man." He said as he began walking down the drive way to his house.

I waved at him. "Same to you bro!" I called and continued walking home.

When I got inside I dropped my bag and took off my shoes, then walked to the living room and started watching t.v. My dog, Axl, sat at my feet and licked my hand. Smiling I patted his head.

A few minutes passed and I fell asleep. I awoke a few hours later to the sound of my dog barking madly at the back door. I stood up and walked over to the door then switched on the outside light. The bright light illuminated the back yard.

Looking into the night I saw nothing, so I opened the door and took one step outside. "Hello?" I called.

"If anyone's out there get the fuck off of my property or I'm calling the cops." I shouted, then stepped back inside and closed the door.

My dog was growling now. Worried I locked all of the windows and doors that lead outside. Then I walked back into the kitchen and grabbed the biggest and sharpest knife I could find.

I then began walking up the stairs and into my bedroom, where I put the knife under my pillow and laid down. I lay in my bed for a few more minutes before drifting.

I woke to the sounds of glass shattering downstairs, quickly I grabbed the knife from under my pillow and got up. Trying to be as quiet as possible. I looked at the clock on my desk, it read 12:13p.m.

I grabbed a flashlight and slowly crept down the stairs and into the kitchen where I heard the crash. I flicked on the outside light and screamed at the sight.

My dog was laying in the backyard, slaughtered. His intestines were all over the yard and there was blood everywhere. I covered my mouth and gasped. Just then I heard laughter behind me. Not just any normal laughter, the laughter of that only a mad man can produce.

I looked at the window and saw a figure standing behind me. I was frozen in fear.

"Lovely work isn't it?" The figure asked.

"W....who a...are you?" I said quietly.

He stepped out of the shadows and I spun around. What stood before me was no normal person. His hair was as black as the night, and his skin was as white as the snow with an almost.... leathery look to it. His eyes were surrounded by black circles, and he appeared to never blink. But worst of all was his mouth, he had two large gashs that formed a never ending smile.

He wore a white hoddie with a black substance stained on it, which I could only assume is blood from his other victims. He also had black dress pants on and he appeared to be about 13.

He laughed slightly again. "My name is Jeff." He moved closer and I backed up against the glass door and held the knife up.

"B...back off or I'll kill you!" I shouted, which he only laughed at.

"The only one dying tonight is YOU!!!" He shouted as he lunged at me with two large kitchen knifes that he had in his sleeves.

I gasped and ducked as the blades hit the door and made an awful noise. Using my own knife I quickly stabbed Jeff in the thigh, instead of screaming he let out a laugh.

"Finally! Someone who fights back!" He smiled widely as he backed away, pulling the knife out of his leg and throwing it on the floor.

I quickly grabbed it and stood. He proceeded to charge at me and managed to stab me in the arm. Causing me to yell in pain.

He then pushed me to the floor and raised a knife above his head, the other still lodged in my arm.

"JUST GO TO SLEEP!!!" He shouted as he brought the knife down. Using my own knife I stabbed him in the side before he could kill me. He cringed slightly.

We then heard the sounds of police sirens outside, the alarm had triggered them.

Jeff hissed. "Fuck," he then looked at me. "This isn't over. We will met again someday, and I will win." He said as he stood and crawled threw a shattered window and quickly ran off.

I was still laying on the floor, with a pool of blood forming around me. The police rushed in and saw me laying there. "H....help..." I whispered softly as everything went black. I woke up some time later in the hospital.

That's where I swore to hunt and kill the sick Fuck known as Jeff the killer.